I examine the roses - they are beautiful, and I can't bring myself to throw them in the trash. Dutifully, I make my way into the kitchen to hunt down a vase. And so a pattern develops: wake, work, cry, sleep. Well, try to sleep. I can't even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright all haunt me. And the music I am careful to avoid it at all costs. Even the jingles in commercials make me shudder.
I have spoken to no one, not even my mother or Ray. I don't have the capacity for idle talk now. No, I want none of it. I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak.
Yes, that's me. I can interact impersonally at work, but that's it. I am finding it difficult to eat. By Wednesday lunchtime, I manage a cup of yogurt, and it's the first thing I've eaten since Friday. I am surviving on a newfound tolerance for lattes and Diet Coke. It's the caffeine that keeps me going, but it's making me anxious.
Jack has started to hover over me, irritating me, asking me personal questions. What does he want? I'm polite, but I need to keep him at arm's length. I sit and begin trawling through a pile of correspondence addressed to him, and I'm pleased with the distraction of menial work.
My e-mail pings, and I quickly check to see who it's from. Holy shit. An e-mail from Christian. Oh no, not here I hope that it's going well. Did you get my flowers? I note that tomorrow is the gallery opening for your friend's show, and I'm sure you've not had time to purchase a car, and it's a long drive.
I would be more than happy to take you - should you wish. Let me know. Tears swim in my eyes. I hastily leave my desk and bolt to the restroom to escape into one of the stalls. Jose's show. I'd forgotten all about it, and I promised him I'd go. Shit, Christian is right; how am I going to get there? I clutch my forehead. Why hasn't Jose phoned?
Come to think of it - why hasn't anyone phoned? I've been so absentminded, I haven't noticed that my cell phone has been silent. I am such an idiot! I still have it on divert to the Blackberry. Holy hell. Christian's been getting my calls - unless he's just thrown the Blackberry away. How did he get my e-mail address? He knows my shoe size, an e-mail address is hardly going to present him with many problems. Can I see him again?
Could I bear it? Do I want to see him? I close my eyes and tilt my head back as grief and longing lance through me. Of course I do. Perhaps, perhaps I can tell him I've changed my mind No, no, no.
I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can't love me. Torturous memories flash through my mind - the gliding, holding hands, kissing, the bathtub, his gentleness, his humor, and his dark, brooding, sexy stare. I miss him. It's been five days, five days of agony that has felt like an eternity. I wrap my arms around my body, hugging myself tightly, holding myself together.
I really miss him I love him. I cry myself to sleep at night, wishing I hadn't walked out, wishing that he could be different, wishing that we were together. How long will this hideous overwhelming feeling last? I am in purgatory.
Anastasia Steele, you are at work! I must be strong, but I want to go to Jose's show, and deep down, the masochist in me wants to see Christian. Taking a deep breath, I head back to my desk. Yes, I would appreciate a lift. Thank you. Jack is in a meeting, so I quickly call Jose. It's Ana. What time should I be there tomorrow for your show? Good-bye, Jose. What time would you suggest? I shall collect you at I look forward to seeing you.
Reed C. Corey R. I'm a stalker no more. The sun is peeping through the buildings as I make my way to Ana's street. It's still quiet, but I have the Foo Fighters turned up loud and proud as I run.
I wonder if I should be listening to something that's more in sync with my mood. Maybe "Feeling Good. Too sappy, Grey. Keep running. I dash past Ana's building, and I don't have to stop. I'll see her later today. All of her. Feeling particularly pleased with myself, I wonder if perhaps we'll end up here tonight.
Whatever we do, it will be up to Ana. We're doing this her way. I run up Wall Street, back home to begin my day. Gail stops in her tracks in front of the stove and stares at me as if I've grown three heads. Her chin drops, but she says nothing. Ah, speechless Mrs. This is novel. In my study, I check e-mails on my computer and there's nothing that can't wait until I get into the office.
My thoughts stray to Ana and I wonder if she's had breakfast. I missed you last night. In the car, on the way to the office, I get a response. I have not had breakfast for several days, so it is a step forward. Now leave me alone--I am trying to work. A man alone, stranded on a deserted island. Is she trying to tell me something? And she loves me. And I'm surprised that those words are getting easier to hear So I shift my focus to what irritates me most about her e-mail. You're going to need your energy for begging.
Taylor pulls up at the curb in front of Grey House. Until later, Taylor. Grey--I am trying to work for a living--and it's you who will be begging. Despite negative reviews, trilogy achieved cult following and financial success.
James has spoken of her shock at the success of the book, "The explosion of interest has taken me completely by surprise" she said. Damn her extra-curricular activities.
Kate is huddled on the couch in the living room. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we'll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can't blow this off. Please," Kate begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice. How does she do itEven ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair in place and green eyes bright, although now red-rimmed and runny.
I shake my head. I have an evening of Christian Grey to get through first. How am I going to do this? I hurry into the restroom to make last-minute adjustments. In the large mirror on the wall, I take a long, hard look at my face.
I am my usual pale self, dark circles round my too-large eyes. I look gaunt, haunted. Jeez, I wish I knew how to use makeup. I apply some mascara and eyeliner and pinch my cheeks, hoping to bring some color their way.
Tidying my hair so that it hangs artfully down my back, I take a deep breath. This will have to do. Nervously I walk through the foyer with a smile and a wave to Claire at reception.
I think she and I could become friends. Jack is talking to Elizabeth as I head for the doors. Outside on the curb, Taylor is waiting.
He opens the rear door of the car. I glance hesitantly at Jack who has followed me out. He's looking toward the Audi SUV in dismay. I turn and climb into the back, and there he sits - Christian Grey - wearing his gray suit, no tie, his white shirt open at the collar. His gray eyes are glowing. I glance up and Jack is waving at me, though how he can see me through the dark glass, I don't know. I wave back. No, it doesn't. I groan in frustration, rolling my eyes heavenward, and Christian narrows his eyes.
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